William Fuentes  









July 28/30th, 2010.

" I guess Im going in the right direction "


Fuenstamatic™: "Clean Version1" ©. Model, Evie. 7-26-2010. TEAM GET IN THE HOLE.

"Commitment unlocks the doors of imagination, allows vision, and gives us the "right stuff" to turn our dreams into reality" J. Womack

Original second stage preperation before transformed to Fuenstamatic™: "Clean version1" ©. Model, Evie. 7-26-2010


July 27th, 2010. Tues Mor

" I guess I'm going in the right direction "


Spider Symbolism

The Spider is an ancient symbol of mystery, power and growth.

We take our first lesson from the ancient symbol of the Spider by contemplating its web.

Just as the Spider weaves a web, so too must we weave our own lives. The Spider symbol meaning here serves as a reminder that our choices construct our lives. When the Spider appears to us, it is a message to be mindful of the choices we are making - and ask ourselves:

How are my choices affecting my life? How can my choices improve my life? How are my choices affecting others in my life?

Not only do Spiders and their webs draw attention to our life choices, they also give us an overview of how we can manipulate our thinking in order to construct the life we wish to live.

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July 26th, 2010. Mon Mor

Rack Of Chops
" Wookie food "


Fuenstamatic™ style: "GRINDHOUSE Version1". ©

"Thinking is a sport or Thinking can be a sport. Cause someday's I cant even tie my shoe lace"




July 25th, 2010. Sun Mor

" Here ya go "

"Accountability breeds response-ability" S.R. Covey

I mean after awhile. If you keep repeat offending, your gonna be accountable for it, your gonna pay for it one way or another, or somebody else might pay for it, it just happens that way, it always does. Her 90 days got knocked down to two weeks. Still, what she's gonna smell in there, hopefully will wake her up from her stupidity coma. I always thought the worst part of a person is usually there friends. I know she hangs out with a click of people who are just not that cool. I never really had in me to encouraged anyone to do hurtful things. But I have encouraged, I have influenced and I have pointed people in different directions. Lately though I have been witness to people going in directions that's gonna cause somebody real hurt one day. And the only thing I can see as its cause are the people who encourage it. Sometimes the worst part of you can be me. Sometimes we are accountable for the actions of others. Even not doing anything is accountability.

"I am responsible. Although I may not be able to prevent the worst from happening, I am responsible for my attitude toward the inevitable misfortunes that darken life. Bad things do happen; how I respond to them defines my character and the quality of my life. I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have - life itself" ~Walter Anderson



July 22nd, 2010. Thursday




Fuenstamatic™ style: "GRINDHOUSE". Version1. ©



Ed lost it for a brief..



July 18th, 2010. Sun

" Hedfunk - Inosan "


Fuenstamatic™ style: "GRINDHOUSE Version1". ©


"Don't stress, will"~ Emily Duddy. Look at my art work, I love it. Los Mocho next year William? Can I see your camera? Can I buy you a drink? Look at my glove, awesome. Everything was clear that night, it was a 404 on my part, oh well. I hate quitting, I'm not going to, its not in my blood, its a curse; well it least it seems like it. Urban art, that's what it is. I'm sorry, did you say something?


Fuenstamatic™ style: "GRINDHOUSE Version1". ©

"When it comes to the future, there are three kinds of people: those who let it happen, those who make it happen, and those who wonder what WTF happened" ~JM. Richardson, Jr &


Tony Semar



July 15th, 2010. Thur Mor






Fuenstamatic™ style: "Runaways 1979 Version1". ©

"The art of losing isn't hard to masters; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster" ~Elizabeth Bishop.1979



July 9th, 2010. Friday

"Team Amsterdam's Angels"

Fuenstamatic™ style: "GRINDHOUSE Version1". ©

"Talent wins games, but teamwork and intelligence wins championships" ~M. Jordan

"I never did anything alone. Whatever was accomplished in this country was accomplished collectively"~Golda Meir

"One piece of log creates a small fire, adequate to warm you up, add just a few more pieces to blast an immense bonfire,
large enough to warm up your entire circle of friends; needless to say that individuality counts but team work dynamites" ~Hkhatami
Master Jin Kwon

"You've got to give great tools to small teams. Pick good people, use small teams, give them excellent tools...so that they are very productive in terms of what they are doing. Make it very clear what they can do to change the spec. Make them feel like" ~Bill Gates

"There is no such thing as a self-made man. You will reach your goals only with the help of others" ~George Shinn





July 12th, 2010. Mon Mor

Cliche or?


She was dark, her personality was murky, her skin and hair was shiny and she had the kinds of turns and curves on her lanky figure that would make any man quiver at the knees and tickle in the stomach. She always had these wannabe young gangly Jon Travolta / Jim Morison-looking guys hanging around her.

I looked nothing like what she was attracted to, not even a little, still, I was so smitten with her. I wanted what I could not have, nature go figure. I now had motivation, to get the girl, I had inspiration to be with the girl, I had a muse.

I decided to try and make myself look like what she wanted to be with and what she wanted to show off to her friends, cause I new I can make that happen, why? Cause I was dumb. So for months I worked out, I slept 8 hours to get that healing sleep, I had a 29 inch waist with 8 pack and abdominal oblique channeling all the way down to my bushy 70's porn star groin.

I took vitamins and groomed my mullet hair, made my teeth white and kept a clean slightly-smoky, dark nuvo character about me. I did this so I can have her in my arm and press my warmth against hers. A year went by, a Christmas went by, a Summer went by then finally in the Fall of 1980, I got her attention. The right attention, or at least the attention I was looking for. I succeeded to have my fake impression on her that I was working so hard to be, I was a potential of that dark-smoky-nouveau-man I new she would get with or at the very least somebody worth giving the finger too...

But then something happened, something I never thought of-or-expect to happen during my mission to be the cheesy motor cycle rider version of the Marlboro-man.

When I tortured myself for a year to be this corny novelty for this one girl; this one girl, who had became my direction to win her affection. I was attracting other girl's who had characteristic's and distinctiveness like her.

I never thought of that, duh, I noticed it right away though, and I didn't have a blind lust to this cracker jack box surprise even after my year long driven desire for her. Instead, I ended up getting with other girl-cliches like her.

She noticed the other girls on me, and I think she even got annoyed that she lost the attention I kept giving her for so long. I was using my infatuation for her, to lay with other girls; I still do this to this day, I fall in love with one girl and use that glow as a muse and drive for other women I normally would not go for or even more so go for me.

Ya-see, in my lonely nerdy Black Sabbath youth, nobody ever explained to me during the time of my journey transformation to captain-awesome, then operation get the hip chick, that I was inadvertently making myself a cliche to other chicks as well, being simply attractive was never my intention, I was never vain like that. I only wanted to be attractive to just that one girl. I guess I was never really in love with her. To be so easily distracted away from her after so many months of planning to win he heart might have been an indication of growing pains.

I learned something about myself that year, I was attracted to a certain kind of aesthetic, and my hormones disguised my taste for that dark rock an roll beauty as a love or lust. This was one way how I learned about the term, cliche, I was attracted to one before I became one, or was it vise versa? Then again, back then, were we a cliche?



July 11th, 2010.Sun

HaPpieBiRthDay SteVe!
"About a few weeks ago "


Caution Herkys Happening

AaAAaAaAaAAAa!!!! (Cho and Maya lose it for few seconds)







Ed Jordan

Air Rodriguez

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July 8th, 2010. Thursday...

"About a week ago "



July 6th, 2010. Tues...

"About the 4th of July "


independence is freedom from control or influence of another or others; yup thats me.


Free from external control and constraint; "an independent mind"; "a series of independent judgments"; "fiercely independent individualism"



July 4th, 2010. Sun

ABC Team9
"Week 5 "


Team Pocket Porn Stars



July 4th, 2010. Sun

"More Kid Stuff by Jesse Lynn"


"Nell and a donkey in Jamaica"



July 4th, 2010. Sun

And The I
"was walking by. about a few weeks ago "


"I am not the glue of that taboo"...

Random Thought Cloud.

My instincts are always right, when I'm wrong its because I went against my instincts, maybe. And no, I'm not always wrong, then again, hmm, I could be wrong about that. Whenever I'm right, I might have been gambling, or is it the other way around? I once said to someone "Don't be the glue for that silly taboo", it went something like that. I set my self up for many things, like lots of people do, except when I do I try and make sure its not at the expense of someone else. If you break up the reason I'm here for then why would I be here? I'm a simple creature, very simple, no mystery at all, midlife crisis? Na, I past that already, I think, I could be wrong. My instinct is telling me one thing and I'm doing another and I wonder what is it that drives the "another?" Me? You? Are you the best part of me or the worst part of me? There is no we there is just you and no me. I see you, not all of you but enough to know I still don't see me. Oh say, can you see?






June 29th, 2010. Tuesday

i did and still do-do


William @> Kristen...

my dogs name is art. i never wanted to be an artist. i paint and draw and sing out of natural selection to do so, as a means of my soul-simply-breathing in and out the life around me. when ever some person ask me "why do i do this in-an-insecured smartass tone of voice, i feel sorry for them, they look crippled to me, but i also feel fortunate. my mother every now and then reminds me of the time when i drew pictures in the walls of my crib from the medium i made in my diaper; that was my very first pallet.








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